Master Huiyuan is the Supreme Elder of Tonghua Temple. He has profound Buddhist teachings and extraordinary realm.

The Kunlun elder Chen Wen is a powerful sword cultivator at the bottom of the sea, but he was killed by him with one blow. Even the Yun Ship of Zhongzhou Sect was not very afraid.

At this time, he felt a strong danger.

This is naturally related to distance. At that time, the cloud ship of Zhongzhou was in a high altitude close to the virtual realm, but Jing Jiu was in front of him.

Isn’t Qingshan Sword Cultivator accustomed to keeping a distance from his opponent?

His eyes fell on Jing Jiu's hands.

The hand was as white as jade, without any flaws. It was like a work of art, but it was very terrifying, with countless thunder and lightning inside.

"It seems I can't hold back."

Master Huiyuan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Sorry."

The green lamp illuminates his figure, gradually becoming one with the Buddha statue, and the breath becomes more leisurely and profound.

Countless rosary beads floated from the lanterns, from the cracks of bricks, or fell from beams and pillars, turning into dense stars, occupying all the space in the hall.

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The Jia family is engaged in ore trading. In addition to local officials in Yizhou, there are also big figures in Chaoge City who serve as the backstage, so they naturally have no disadvantages in the business world. In just a few decades, Jia Sheng became a famous rich man in Yizhou City. Although he is far from qualified to compare with those big families that have received support from the sects of cultivation, he is also extremely glorious.

As the New Year is approaching, the Jia family invited familiar officials and businessmen to have dinner, and was busy in the front yard, while discussing the important matter tomorrow.

Countless precious dishes are sent to the courtyard like flowing water. In the warm courtyard as spring, there is no smell of winter, and the smell of wealth and enjoyment is everywhere.

Pinggu Temple is the Jia family temple. It is a long distance from the Jia family garden, and it is still a distance from the Jia family garden.

Ada lay on the courtyard wall of Pinggu Temple, looking at the bustling distance, without any envy in his eyes, only indifference, looking deeper, you can even find a few vicissitudes of vicissitudes. He has seen so many prosperity in the world, so how could he take this little wealth and honor in his eyes?

There was a sound of firecrackers coming from somewhere, and Ada looked back and looked into the temple.

There were seven or eight monks piled up under the courtyard wall, stacked together in a row, and they were already unconscious. The best way was the little novice monk.

Looking at the apse, its eyes showed a look of worry.

Jing Jiu is not the opponent of Huiyuan Seng. The difference in realm between the two sides is too clear, but he insists on trying the sword, and it has no choice.

Fortunately, Jing Jiu is not likely to die. If something really happens later, it will naturally take action.

Boom!

At this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the deep winter sky.

Ada's eyes shrank slightly, and the white hairs all over his body subconsciously stood up.

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Thunder in the deep winter is an extremely rare thing, not to mention that there is no cloud floating in the blue sky today.

In the Jia Mansion, officials and businessmen who were drinking and talking were frightened, looking into the sky, thinking what had happened?

"It actually thunderstorms. Is it going to rain?" said a famous manager subconsciously.

Jia Sheng looked at the manager coldly and was about to scold him when suddenly a more terrifying thunder exploded!

Immediately afterwards, countless thunder sounded one after another!

The wind was howling, the beams and pillars creaked, the earth was shaking, and smoke and dust were everywhere, and there were thinner shadow walls that collapsed directly.

"Earth moves! It's earth moves!"

"Run!"

"Go and support the old lady!"

"Pinggu! Pinggu Temple collapsed!"

The Jia Mansion was filled with cry of fear.

The officials and businessmen could no longer remain calm and got to the bottom of the table as fast as possible.

The maids and servants were crying and running around, the sky was covered by smoke and dust, and chaos and darkness were everywhere.

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The Hiraya Temple really collapsed.

The three halls and the monks' houses were all turned into ruins.

The courtyard wall also became a piled line.

Ada was a little surprised and turned into a white lightning and rushed towards the temple.

The back hall has disappeared without a trace, and the beams, pillars, Buddha statues, green lamps and walls have all turned into wood chips, gravel, gold and red bricks.

In the ruined ground, there are many more subtle pieces that are difficult to see with the naked eye. They are fragments of rosary beads melted from red gold and elixir. At this time, they all turn into golden-red powders, combined with the red brick powder, but still exudes the majesty and power of the diamond.

Jing Jiu stood in the air and looked at the old monk calmly. As his sleeves floated slightly, there was a faint crackling sound.

The old monk's body was filled with gold and red powder. I don't know if it was bricks and stones, gold lacquer, rosary, or his Buddha blood.

His eyes were blind, and blood overflowed from it, wetting the white eyebrows hidden on it, and then slowly dripping, like the vitality in his body.

But he was not dead yet, and seemed to want to say something.

His dry lips twitched slightly, and golden words flowed out from his lips, rising with the wind, like leaves growing in the spring breeze.

Looking at this scene, Ada's eyes shrank slightly, and he felt strong vigilance, and he was about to step forward and bite off the old monk's head.

Those words with golden light are Buddhist words, which are somewhat similar to the runes of Yixiuzhai, but are even more dangerous.

What Ah Da was worried about did not happen because those Buddha words could not come out, and those green leaves could not grow, so they broke from the root and fell downwards.

Countless invisible sword intents float above the ruins of Pinggu Temple.

That is the sharpest sword intent in the world, and it is better than the best swords.

The leaves that seemed to have the words ink were written on them fell into the ruins and splashed into gold powder.

In the end, only the words themselves, that is, the voice of Master Huiyuan.

"You will never find a real person."

The white eyebrows that the old monk had hidden in his eyes were stained with blood, and looked extremely miserable and terrible.

"The wrath of thunder cannot last long."

The white eyebrows fell with the cold wind, and two ripples of blood fell.

He looked at Jing Jiu with his blind eyes, with a smile on his face and a compassionate expression, as if he had already learned all the truth.

"Your return is because the world needs you, and you will eventually realize this and gain real peace."

This is the last sentence that Master Huiyuan left in this world. It is not a curse but an explanation, but also seems to be a blessing.

After saying this, countless thunder and lightning came from under his monk's robes, making a series of secret sounds.

Just like firecrackers during the New Year.

With the sound of firecrackers, his body turned into powder, blending with the powder in the ruins.

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The winter wind gradually calmed and the smoke gradually fell, and the chaos in the Jia Mansion was finally under control.

Jia Sheng, with the help of the manager, came out from under the table and quickly saw what the situation of the officials were.

The courtyard was not seriously damaged, but the wall was collapsed, and there were no serious casualties and injuries. Looking at the bloody heads, the few people were not in danger of their lives.

But the Hiraguchi Temple in the back mountain was really turned into ruins.

Soon there was a reward for the management of the affairs. The monks in the temple were in a coma, but nothing happened. The monk who had just taken over as the abbot... disappeared.

Jia Sheng looked at the ruins over there, his pale face was filled with confusion, thinking about what was going on.

Then he remembered that tomorrow the magistrate would come to meditate with his family. What should he do?

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There were piles of broken red paper in front of the gate of the prefectural government office, and there was still a burning smell in the air.

It seems that what is burning here is not firecrackers but real firecrackers.

Several children squatted on the ground, looking for the remaining toys, but the crowd watching the fun had not dispersed.

In the restaurant not far away, Su Ziye was wearing a mask and drinking jasmine tea, and there was no emotion on his face.

Jing Jiu ignored him and fell directly into the back garden.

"It's too dangerous... If he used Buddhist words from the beginning, it would be really dangerous."
To be continued...